another bi-monthly candy drop-in.
Iggy-Candy candy candy.
Candy-Yes Iggy?
Iggy-You've got to quit worrying about the punk rock thing.
Candy-That's easy for you to say, Ig, you like OWN it.
Iggy-Look, you know what I'm talking about... it's all the worrying that's keeping you from becoming what you want to be.
Candy-Look, Iggy, I'm a 33 year old guy with a girl's LJ name...
Iggy-I can dig that.
Candy-...who was born to be an artist or rock star or something but got fucked up by catholic school and family stuff and an oppressive culture and a low self esteem and not doing drugs for far too long and not listening to the Replacements...
Iggy-What are you trying to say, man?
Candy-I'm like having a existential crisis!
Iggy-Dude, you wouldn't be saying that if you hadn't seen that huckabees movie or if your girlfriend hadn't coined the term. Are you like trying to adopt all girls neuroses that you encounter like some kind of feminist Jesus?
Candy-I know, Iggy, I know. But I'm still having one!
Lou-Hey guys.
Iggy-Lou.
Candy-Lou.
Lou-What's up?
Iggy-Candy and one of his neuroses.
Candy-Existential crisis.
Lou-I thought you had Dysthemia.
Candy-That too. I mean if it even exists. It's all in my head.
Lou-Are you still fucked up over the punk rock thing?
Iggy-Yeah he is. He even borrowed "London Calling" in some desperate attempt to grasp it.
Lou-When are you going to learn that the only way to be cool is to be yourself. You can act like someone else... but if it's not fueled by something in yourself it ain't worth shit.
Iggy-Word, I love it when you talk that way, Lou. How's Laurie doing?
Lou-Cool, she's retuning the piano to match microwave frequencies.
Candy-That sounds cool.
Iggy-Yeah.
Lou-Wait, are we on?
Iggy-Yeah we're on his live journal post.
Lou-Right now?
Iggy-As we speak.
Lou-What prompted this?
Candy-Tonight I ran into a homeless vet guy who called me a racist and wanted money for the train. I've heard that scam a million times and he got all hostile but I got all freaked out and kept wondering if I was a racist somehow. I mean in my perception of people. Also it seems like people are all trying to take a piece out of my mom as she's moving... This has gotten me real upset, everyone seems to want to fuck with her and things are fucking hard enough, you know? And my job is so familiar that I barely notice it. It's just time moving on and on. Faster and faster. And I seem to be avoiding everything. I've seen a lot of good movies though, Team America was-
Iggy-Candy, you always talk about movies.
Candy-Sorry. And bush won and I'm trying to mount a solid argument against him in my head, one that I can spring on the few republican friends and family folks I know... an argument that's not fueled by emotion or vitriol but facts and logic, or even the truth... if that even exists. But I don't have faith in anything.
Lou-So what are we doing here?
Candy-I just want someone wise and all-knowing to kick me in the ass and tell me to wake up and... OW!
Lou & Iggy together-whoa, it's Bob Dylan!
Bob-Hey boys.
Candy-Wow, Bob Dylan, I never expected you to come here and kick me and all... wait, are you supposed to be my wise and all knowing guru?
Bob-Hey, you put me here, kid.
Lou-Bob, I got your book. It's great stuff. Laurie and I especially like the chapter on-
Candy-Wait wait! Don't say anything, I want to read it!
Iggy-You wrote a book, Bob? What's it about?
Candy-Could we get back to me?
Iggy-I think this has gone on long enough, you obviously don't know us well enough to really know what we'd say in this situation.
Candy-Crap, you're right.
Candy-Yes Iggy?
Iggy-You've got to quit worrying about the punk rock thing.
Candy-That's easy for you to say, Ig, you like OWN it.
Iggy-Look, you know what I'm talking about... it's all the worrying that's keeping you from becoming what you want to be.
Candy-Look, Iggy, I'm a 33 year old guy with a girl's LJ name...
Iggy-I can dig that.
Candy-...who was born to be an artist or rock star or something but got fucked up by catholic school and family stuff and an oppressive culture and a low self esteem and not doing drugs for far too long and not listening to the Replacements...
Iggy-What are you trying to say, man?
Candy-I'm like having a existential crisis!
Iggy-Dude, you wouldn't be saying that if you hadn't seen that huckabees movie or if your girlfriend hadn't coined the term. Are you like trying to adopt all girls neuroses that you encounter like some kind of feminist Jesus?
Candy-I know, Iggy, I know. But I'm still having one!
Lou-Hey guys.
Iggy-Lou.
Candy-Lou.
Lou-What's up?
Iggy-Candy and one of his neuroses.
Candy-Existential crisis.
Lou-I thought you had Dysthemia.
Candy-That too. I mean if it even exists. It's all in my head.
Lou-Are you still fucked up over the punk rock thing?
Iggy-Yeah he is. He even borrowed "London Calling" in some desperate attempt to grasp it.
Lou-When are you going to learn that the only way to be cool is to be yourself. You can act like someone else... but if it's not fueled by something in yourself it ain't worth shit.
Iggy-Word, I love it when you talk that way, Lou. How's Laurie doing?
Lou-Cool, she's retuning the piano to match microwave frequencies.
Candy-That sounds cool.
Iggy-Yeah.
Lou-Wait, are we on?
Iggy-Yeah we're on his live journal post.
Lou-Right now?
Iggy-As we speak.
Lou-What prompted this?
Candy-Tonight I ran into a homeless vet guy who called me a racist and wanted money for the train. I've heard that scam a million times and he got all hostile but I got all freaked out and kept wondering if I was a racist somehow. I mean in my perception of people. Also it seems like people are all trying to take a piece out of my mom as she's moving... This has gotten me real upset, everyone seems to want to fuck with her and things are fucking hard enough, you know? And my job is so familiar that I barely notice it. It's just time moving on and on. Faster and faster. And I seem to be avoiding everything. I've seen a lot of good movies though, Team America was-
Iggy-Candy, you always talk about movies.
Candy-Sorry. And bush won and I'm trying to mount a solid argument against him in my head, one that I can spring on the few republican friends and family folks I know... an argument that's not fueled by emotion or vitriol but facts and logic, or even the truth... if that even exists. But I don't have faith in anything.
Lou-So what are we doing here?
Candy-I just want someone wise and all-knowing to kick me in the ass and tell me to wake up and... OW!
Lou & Iggy together-whoa, it's Bob Dylan!
Bob-Hey boys.
Candy-Wow, Bob Dylan, I never expected you to come here and kick me and all... wait, are you supposed to be my wise and all knowing guru?
Bob-Hey, you put me here, kid.
Lou-Bob, I got your book. It's great stuff. Laurie and I especially like the chapter on-
Candy-Wait wait! Don't say anything, I want to read it!
Iggy-You wrote a book, Bob? What's it about?
Candy-Could we get back to me?
Iggy-I think this has gone on long enough, you obviously don't know us well enough to really know what we'd say in this situation.
Candy-Crap, you're right.